UST - Unresolved Sexual Tension, Smut, Humour, Rated: M Author: Snoopgirl

[g]UST – Unresolved Sexual Tension[/g]

[g]A/N: A little something I came up after seeing the phrase the other day. **JUST A FEW LITTLE THINGS LIKE GRAMMAR WERE CHANGED AND I HAVE USED BRENNAN INSTEAD OF TEMPE**

Chapter One[/g]

“Parker came up to me this morning while I was shaving and asked me if I could take him to Disneyland,” Booth said, taking a bite of his hamburger, thoroughly enjoying the extra pickles and tomatoes.

“It is nice there this time of year,” Brennan replied as she tossed the garden salad around on her plate.

“I told him that Mickey Mouse doesn’t live there, and he was okay with that because all he really wants to do is learn to surf.”

“Booth, that makes absolutely no sense.”

“Tell me about it. I then had to explain to him that five-thousand miles was a long distance to go to learn to surf.”

Brennan raised her head and pointed her fork at him with a lonely tomato hanging off the end, “Actually the distance between Washington, DC and the direct parallel city in California is only four thousand—“
Booth cut her off.

“He’s five, Bones. Four thousand or five thousand miles; he is only five and doesn’t know the difference.”

“Like Peru being in Africa?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“I’m sure you will both have a great time at Disneyland,” she said, still staring at but not eating her salad.

“Bones, are you even listening to what I have said? Light is on but nobody is home.” He shook his head at his increasingly frustrating partner that afternoon.

She glared up at him, “I am a very good listener.”

Booth put down his burger, took a chug of his beer then with his napkin, carefully wiped his mouth, all the while not taking his eyes off her.

“Okay, you are a good listener, despite the fact that I said I told Parker that it was too far to go to learn how to surf.”

“That was sarcasm I heard in your voice.”

Realizing he now had her attention he leaned over the table and softened his voice knowing that would get him emotionally closer than more sarcasm would, “What’s going on Bones? Something has you distracted.”

With her fork now rolling the single tomato from one side of her plate to the other, Brennan raised her head, looked around, and then leaned closer to her partner so they were now mere inches apart, “Angela said something today that has me perplexed.”

She leaned back and went back to the monotonous task of moving the tomato from one side of her plate to the other.

“Are you going to share this perplexing thing Angela said, with me?” Booth asked as his eyebrows rose slightly. Now he was perplexed and she hasn’t even told him anything worth being perplexed about.

“She said we, you and me,” Brennan started as she gestured between her and Booth with her salad fork laden with the lonely tomato, “We have UST.”

His mouth widened with uncertainty. Does he really want to know what UST means. Of course he does.

But before any words could form and exit his mouth she finished, “Unresolved Sexual Tension.”

He released the beer glass from his lips and, instantaneously decided that swallowing the mouthful of ale would be more gentlemanly like than spewing it across the table at his partner and the elderly man sitting behind her. He felt his face heat up, imagining it was similar in color to the tomato still hanging on for dear life at the end of her fork.
All parts of his body froze as his mind accelerated to overdrive.

What should I say? Do I use a clever comeback? Do I blatantly agree with Angela? Do I feverishly deny it telling Bones that Angela says the most preposterous things sometimes?


None of that happened. “Oh.” It was the only safe word he could think of at the moment.

In only Temperance Brennan candor, she continued recalling her conversation with Angela.

“Angela said once we admit there is UST, then we need to decide how to make it RST.”

Booth concentrated on the way her mouth curved slightly as she talked. RST?

“She also said UST can turn into LUST if two people are not proactive in making it RST.”

“Listen Bones, I am quite capable of determining whether or not I have UST, or whatever with you.” His stern tone alerted Tempe to back off for a bit - this conversation was clearly making him uncomfortable.

He finished the last two bites of his burger in silence. Genuine frustration was building rapidly throughout his body. He was not going to have discussion of the possibility of sexual tension between him and his partner in the diner. He took one last sip of his beer, pulled out his wallet out, not even taking into consideration that Brennan still hadn’t eaten any of her salad, and placed some bills on the table. After he slid his wallet into his back pocket, he reached towards Brennan gesturing for her to take his hand.

Raising her eyes briefly from her salad tossing, she eyed his hand, and then dropped her gaze back to the now tormented roughage.

Seeing she was not going to willing take his hand so they could go somewhere and talk in private, he decided it was time to push aside all niceties, “Bones, let’s go.”

She remained seated, and silent.

Leaning down to the point where his hot breath coated her ear, he made it clear that she will leave with him, now.

“You can take my hand and let me help you up, or I can bend down a little farther, scoop you up and carry you out slung over my shoulders.” He left his mouth poised over her ear, while both hands prepped for Operation: Remove Bones.

Her ear now overheating and causing some disillusionment to other body parts, decided to challenge her overly confident partner.

“I dare you,” she whispered into his left ear that obviously he hadn’t realized was left in the open. “Two can play at that game.”

A sharp intake of breath jolted his upper body, moving his mouth to her cheek. Temptation was presenting itself in an unexpected way. He had started this and was determined to finish it, however, he hadn’t anticipated Temperance Brennan to be such a worthy opponent.

Standing tall, rolling his shoulders back, he took a different approach, “Temperance, I would like to leave now and would greatly appreciate it if you would accompany me.”

Smiling with satisfaction, Brennan scooted to the end of the seat and stood to face her partner.

“Be assertive without being cocky and you shall be rewarded,” she announced in a low, sexy voice.

Squeezing his eyes shut to help control a surge of raging arousal at the thought of being rewarded by his partner, he exhaled the breath he was holding. After he opened his eyes, he walked to the door his partner was standing in front of, pulled it open and gestured for her to go first. Tossing him a know-it-all smile over he shoulder as she passed by him, his face scrunched slightly at the uneasy feeling of being outwitted by Bones.

Very much enjoyed the tomato visual... great descrïption here! And whoa, Pay as you Come? Nice name there! Can't wait to see where you take this one babe!

space

Oh, this is going to be so good. *jumps up and down with glee* PPS

bgwgscienceteacher

Bahaha, love the motel name. Very classy.

I love this. DEFINITE tension and hotness mixed in with humour. Exactly what it says on the tin!

kiki

i also really enjoyed the tomatoe visuals lol

but this has to be my fav

“Your John not show? There’s always room for one more with us.”

“I’m not waiting for John, he’s my partner and his name is

that cracked me up...she really is clueless, bless her

loved this kiki, as always x x x

magicstar

That was so good!! Loved the name of the motel, inspired! I honestly cannot wait to see where you go with this!!

csi-4077

Love, Love this story. The name of the motel, Bones response and his comeback line. Want more soon.

otismotis

[cit]magicstar wrote : i also really enjoyed the tomatoe visuals lol

but this has to be my fav

“Your John not show? There’s always room for one more with us.”

“I’m not waiting for John, he’s my partner and his name is

that cracked me up...she really is clueless, bless her

loved this kiki, as always x x x [/cit]
uhhhhhhh magic........snoop wrote it.........not kiki......

a to the b

whooooooooo hoooooooo snoop..............loved it.......name of the hotel......oh yeah.......priceless.........and now lets go inside shall we...........see if we can figure this ust out.......

a to the b

I am almost done the last chapter. The first two came instantly to me, but not this one. Thanks to all who have read it so far.
snoopgirl

This is fun snoop. I wonder where they end up, though I have some ideas LOL

nane

uhhhhhhh magic........snoop wrote it.........not kiki.....

oppps my bad! sorry snoop...all the credit goes to you...its because kiki was above me in the threads and i just got my knickers in a twist...sorry!

magicstar

OMG snoop, this is fucking hilarious girl..
I so need to put you on alert at ff.net

~while both hands prepped for Operation: Remove Bones~ lol, great line

~~Pay As You Come Motel~ mother of god

I cannot wait for more, this is bloody awesome

fab

[g]A/N: I have separated Chapters One and Two and made a few changes, like grammar and used Brennan instead of Tempe.

Chapter Two
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“Booth, where are we going?”

“We will be there in a few minutes.”

“Where will be in a few minutes?”

“You’ll see.”

xxxxxx

As the car rolled along the highway, Brennan noticed they were leaving DC. And then she saw it.

“Seeley Booth, what do you think you are going to do?” Tempe practically shouted as Booth pulled into a parking lot, stopping under a neon sign boasting the words Pay As You Come Motel.

Booth was trying to stay composed and in control given the circumstances. His partner’s face was contorted with shock; he was an FBI agent off duty, taking his work partner to a Motel that most likely saw more nightly action than a Vegas casino. He got out of the car, rounded it from the back, and as he placed his hand on the handle he heard “click.”

“Bones, I have keys,” he reminded her, dangling the key ring from his index finger.

She didn’t budge, keeping her finger poised over the lock button. What she wasn’t expecting was Booth to have the reflexes of a hungry lion. The door opened and once again, he held out his hand to her. Ignoring it, she climbed out of the car but was sandwiched between Booth and the car with is much bigger frame.

“Booth, what are you doing?”

“We are going to find out if Angela is right.” He promptly turned and headed for the front doors. He was trying to ignore the outside appearance of the Motel.

“Booth I am not coming in there with you.”

“Fine. Stay out there,” Booth called back as the door closed behind him.

Brennan looked around the parking lot. The afternoon sun was darkening, the smell of a fire burning nearby, lingered in the air. There were two other cars in the parking lot, a red Jaguar with CS MD plates and Hooked4U on a Porsche. She was stubborn and would stand out there until Booth came to his senses, came back outside and drove them back to DC. That lasted all of three minutes as the blaring sound of a car stereo came in to hearing range. One man, about thirty exited the car and proceeded to the front doors of the hotel. Three women, probably about twenty years of age, tall, blonde and clothes that clearly were too small for them got out and hovered in a circle until one of them spotted Brennan.

“What’cha looking at?” One of the girls called out as Brennan turned her face back to the black SUV.

“Your John not show? There’s always room for one more with us,” the same girl announced.

“I’m not waiting for John, he’s my partner and his name is –“ She was startled to hear a familiar voice behind her.

“Hey babe, what’s taking you so long? A man can’t wait forever you know.” He smiled at the three young girls as his arm wrapped around Brennan’s shoulders and directed them towards the front doors of the motel.

[g]Chapter Three[/g]

“I am not going in that room with you Booth,” Brennan stated firmly as he wiggled the key in the lock of the old door.

“Fine. You won’t be alone for long out there.” He flashed a smile that he knew would encourage her to his side of the door, which he gave a shove with his foot to close.

Looking down the corridor in both directions, it was empty. Brennan leaned against the wall, stubbornly wanting to prove to Booth that he couldn’t make her do things with a husky voice, gesturing towards her with long, masculine fingers, or flashing one hundred watt smiles.

A group of men turned the corner and Brennan’s heart thumped. Gold chains dangled from their necks, and the pin striped suits along with the three women following behind them, gave their identities away immediately.

As the strangers came closer, she quickly turned and tried to open the door but he had locked it. She knocked firmly on the door and tried to whisper and yell at the same time, “Booth, open up.”

She heard footsteps approaching to his side of the door then stop.

“Who is it?” he called out, trying not to laugh.

“You know damn well who it is, now open up.”

Thinking she had had enough, he opened the door and gestured for her to come in. She was taken aback at how clean the room appeared to be. One king sized bed, two chairs, TV and a small desk with no chair. Thinking of the clientele, she wondered why there would be a desk in the room with no chair. Her eyes suddenly widened and heat pooled on her cheeks as she glanced away from the desk towards the bed where Booth was sitting on the edge, his arms behind him, muscles exposed, and defined in his sleeveless shirt. He was staring at her. No, he was watching her.

He watched her move towards the chair; sit down and cross her arms over her chest. He then glanced down at the empty space beside him.

Noticing this and what his eyes were implying she piped up, “I am not going anywhere near that bed Booth. Do you know many people have been in there?”

“Overall, or at the same time?”

Her cheeks got hotter.

“What are we doing here Booth? You’re an FBI agent, shouldn’t you be raiding this place?”

“We are here to see if Angela is right. And I have raided this place a few times. People still keep coming back. Randall, the owner, has quite a lucrative business here. Steady stream of guests, low rent, and state legislated, so FBI has no real jurisdiction.”

“You said you-“

“I did, it’s a long story but the outcome is that it is up to Randall’s discretion as owner, to let whomever he wants stay as a guest. State officials did put some guidelines in place like minimum of six people per room at any given time; security cameras in hallways and guests must reserve a room for at least twelve hours. Well on paper at least. And most importantly, safety was improved.

He lay down on the bed and rolled to his side.

“Yes a lot of people have been on these beds but one of the stipulations for not having the place closed down was having above code conditions. Check this out.”

He leaned up to the top of the bed and pulled back the sheets to reveal a unique mattress cover. “State of the are, poly-something or other, nothing is going to get through this baby and super-easy to clean.” He patted the extra thick vinyl mattress cover then smoothed the same hand over the soft cotton sheets. “Smooth as a baby’s butt.”

He sat up, legs stretched out on the bed. “And with mandatory cleaning specifications after each registered guest, this place is as clean as it comes.” He cleared his throat. “Pardon the pun.”

“That is a fascinating story Booth, but how is that going to help determine whether or not there is sexual tension between us, since I am not going anywhere near that bed, whether it is lined with lead or your body.”

Brennan was having mixed emotions. One part of her wanted to leap on top of him kiss him senseless, then unbutton his jeans, lay on her back, hang her head over the edge of the bed, and have him straddle her face. Where the hell did that thought come from? Another part wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to find out if there was UST between them and turn it into RST. Her logical side said LUST was the right way to go, at least for a while longer. Damn, why does he have to be so sexy. His eyes, his lips and that smile.

“This is ludicrous,” Brennan whispered. “Does this hotel have something to do with some kind of sick fantasy you have? Why did we have to come here? Why didn’t you just take me back to your place?”

I don’t know about sick but yeah, I have fantasized about us pulling over for sex in a sleazy motel instead of going to the diner after solving a case. Don’t even go there with going back to my place. Too many nights have been spent there, stroking myself, fantasizing about you.

“Why did you leave the diner with me?” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Why did you get in my car?” He grabbed the chair she was sitting in and pulled it towards him. He leaned his mouth to her ear, “Why did you come into this Motel, and this room with me, if you find this so ludicrous?”

He moved backed, he eyes fixated on hers. Yep there is definitely UST between us – at least for me there is. This teasing, taunting of his partner, had him worked up. He was getting off on it mentally and it never occurred to him that it would be this intense when he quickly plotted in his mind back at the diner, how to tell her, show her, there was, is, UST between them. He was boiling over. He pulled her out of the chair with both hands and pressed his groin into her thigh. He allowed the groan building in his chest to slowly come out. His heart pounding, hands sweaty as his inner desires swirled around in the same erratic rhythm as his breaths.

With the feel of his body pressed into hers, causing warmth of him to fill her, she struggled to respond. She couldn’t muster any words, so she just nodded and dropped her head to the side, allowing his mouth to slide down it leaving a moist trail.

“I didn’t have a choice. You bullied me into going with you. You left me in a parking lot with prostitutes and in the hallway with pimps.”

“I like it when you talk dirty.” He grinded his hips back into her again, this time swirling his hips in a circle, his dick feeling the friction against the fabric of their clothes.

“Booth that wasn’t dirty it was a fact.”

“Well, here is another fact,” he whispered as his hands moved up her back to pull her even closer, “Angela is right.”

“That’s your opinion Booth.” Her teasing voice alerted him.

Silently, he trailed his nails down her back leaving a path of goose bumps that painfully aroused her. Stopping at the edge of her pants, he slid a hand over the fabric until it reached her inner thigh. Slowly he rubbed the seam of her jeans with his thumb. As he palmed her, she groaned her appreciation causing him to respond with words, “That is fact Bones.” His thumb slid over the centre of her crotch as his tongue slid over her lips.

“How did we get here Booth?”

“You Temperance. You are what got us here. You cared.”

If she wasn’t good at reading people, she was getting a good lesson today. Pulling back, she looked in his eyes to see tears pooling in the corners. This was it, Seeley Booth at his most vulnerable state.

At first, he was attracted to her shapely figure, ample bosom and exquisite eyes. Then her genius- ness intrigued him as well as her very well structured body. Then, she did it. She listened to him share a part of himself that he could never fix. Never take back. She didn’t run. Or call him a killer. She stayed and placed her slender hand over his. And when he entwined his hand into hers, she let him. She cared.

Still looking into his eyes, Brennan realized at that moment, they had shared so much since they started working together three years ago. Kidnappings, tortures, almost weddings of her best friend, him arresting her murderer of a father and accomplice brother, the joys and heartaches of catching the bad guys and girls, together. The friendship bond they formed through work was now beyond that. It had been for quite some time. But Sexual Tension? She had shrugged if off several times thinking it was only her imagination. Now she knew she should have trusted her own instincts.

Suddenly Brennan’s body coursed with adrenaline. She wasn’t getting on that bed, even if it was lined with lead, but she needed something for leverage. Her eyes were drawn to the desk. Still skeptical on the underlying cleanliness of the room despite Booth’s impressive story, she eyed Booth’s Jacket hanging over the back of the chair. She reached for it, stood and placed it over the desk. Without a moments hesitation she scooted up on the top.


To Be Continued .....

Mmmmm... me likey! Please continue!

space

HELL, what did you stop it there for?! My guess is you stopped it there because you know we will HAVE to keep checking back so we can read the next chapter. Loved this chapter, and I definitely can hardly wait for the next one. PPS

bgwgscienceteacher

haha I LOVE your story...it soooo goood!
Can't wait for more!

karlia

"Too many nights have been spent there, stroking myself, fantasizing about you."


holy fuckaroonie snoop, oh the thought! hmmmm i have a nice visual...

"If she wasn’t good at reading people, she was getting a good lesson today. Pulling back, she looked in his eyes to see tears pooling in the corners. This was it, Seeley Booth at his most vulnerable state."

awwwww that was so sweet

i love fics that are fluffy and romantic as much as they are smutty and steamy...well done

more soon please x x x

magicstar

Mother of god snoop, why did you stop there
evil...evil...and I like it...alot...
lol at him asking who was at the door...
and since when is she scared of anyone?
totally hilarious girl..

oh and the things he will do to her on that desk....

more soon please
fab

[g]Chapter Four[/g]

“What are you doing?” Booth asked as Brennan flattened the jacket sleeves beside her.

“I told you, I am not getting on that bed Seeley.”

Now it was his turn to feel the heat pool directly in his cheeks. His eyes widened at the sound of his first name sliding off her pretty pink lips.

He stepped towards her, their breaths mingling, heart rates steadily increasing, and softly touched his mouth to hers. Leaving it for a moment, he pulled his shirt off, then hers. Her breasts were begging to be released from the confining fabric of her bra, so he reached behind her and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor with their shirts. Their mouths rejoined, soft and slow, tongues gently touching lips, hands caressing faces.

“Mmmmm, feels good,” sighed Brennan as his hands moved to her breasts.

“Yeah, so good,” he murmured into her mouth, as his fingers swept along the outer edges of her breasts.

Brennan leaned her head against the wall and as his hands kneaded the soft flesh, she turned her eyes downward, head still against the wall. A warm smile was sent to him unanswered. Her nipples were aching to be touched, kissed – sucked. No sooner was that thought processed, his right thumb circled her left nipple a few times before it gently rubbed directly through the centre of it. Brennan inhaled a sharp breath, and held it for a moment. Upon exhaling, his other thumb gave her right nipple the same tantalizing stroke.

Booth raised his eyes to see Brennan with hers closed and head still pressed against the wall. He pulled back a few inches, released his hands from her taut nipple and replaced it with his mouth. The flesh, warm, salty and intoxicating as his mouth laved kisses round the hardened centre before gently closing around it. Brennan’s hips thrust forward as her arousal steadily rose.

“Kiss me,” she said as her heartbeat pulsed almost as fast as her throbbing sex.

He let go of her pebble hard nipple, and assaulted her mouth with his.

Brennan’s hand found it’s way to his chest, “My turn.”

She took her time tasting every inch of his neck and chest until she made her way to his left nipple. Small circles were made around the nub with her tongue. Booth was now feeling the insurmountable pressure in his groin. She was soft, gentle and thorough with her maneuvers. He didn’t want her to stop – ever. When she took his nipple into his mouth, he let out a moan, groan or combination of both. He was to far gone. Too much of a good thing was happening at that moment.

“Temp-er-ance .. too much .. stop.” The words staggered out his mouth as he helped pull her from his hyper-sensitive nipple.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked with concern looking up at him.

“No, just super sensitive.”

Wanting to continue pleasuring him without interruption, she took one of his hands and brought his fingers to her mouth.

“You have such sexy hands Seeley Booth,” Brennan said as she took his middle finger into her mouth. She wanted to taste every inch of his body.

“Remember that case with the Pony Play sex fetish? I had the best dream that night.” His fingers were being succulently tasted one at a time. The way she swirled her tongue around them, taking them in fully, he swore he was in heaven. “You came over to talk about some dead guy in a barn. Then you took off your coat and you were only wearing a green bra, matching thong and cowboy boots. After you said Giddy Up for the tenth time, I decided it was time to do some serious riding.” He slid his eyes shut as she bit gently on his thumb. “But then I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I tried to finish the dream the next night but it never came back.”

She entwined his moist fingers into hers. “Well, I am here now.”

“You sure are.” He placed a smoldering kiss on her mouth, one that sent them both reaching for each other’s pants. Always being a gentleman, Booth allowed Brennan’s fingers to go first. Her hands skillfully moved his pants down over his hips and legs. He kicked them off once they hit the floor and then started to remove hers. She lifted her hips one at time so he could slide them off, following them down until they slid off her dangling legs.

Once their clothes were fully divested, he nudged his body between her legs, pressing his hardened dick into her belly, causing her to thrust her hips ever so slightly. As their mouths tasted each other, Booth slipped his fingers betweens Brennan’s legs, grazing himself on the way down. His fingers explored her hot core, sending twinges of electricity throughout her body.

“Yes .. oh yeah.” It was barely audible with their tongues gliding around each others mouths and now Brennan joining in on the manual stimulation of herself.

“Like this.” She guided his finger to a spot just inside her opening. “Slow and gentle.” She slid her finger out, brought it up and around his neck, placing it at the side of his mouth. Her scent alerted him immediately and with a turn of his head, she slid her finger into his mouth; he savored the sweetness, the sexiness of her, of them.

The room had a slight chill to it and Booth kept eyeing the soft, inviting bed, that had him conjuring up image after image of him and his partner making love in. How am I going to get her to the bed without protest?

With one step forward, he positioned his cock at her opening causing them both to moan at the anticipation of what was to come. Their hips instinctively knowing what the other wanted, they moved together in unison, wanting more. Booth wrapped his arms around her back, slid them down to her ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

[g]To Be Continued ....[/g]

A/N: This started out a one shot but looks like at least FOUR chapters will be needed to find out if B&B have turned their UST into RST. Oh, that was resolved when he took her on the desk. Chapter Five will then be about whether or not Booth gets her to the bed ...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!! This story is SSSSOOOO very good. I wouldn't care if he got me in the bed, we could start with the desk, move on to up against the wall, then maybe the shower, the possibilities are endless. Definitely keep going.

bgwgsceinceteacher

OMG snoop....swoon and *thud* woman
that was totally fucking hot girl..
OMG...4 chapters or 40 chapters, whatever it takes..
and I have confidence in Seeley, he will get her to the bed....eventually...lol

fab

[g]Chapter Five[/g]

[g]A/N: I was inspired to do a one shot and now I am on Chapter Five and still haven't finished! A sexy, fun B&B are to blame Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my story so far. [/g]


After several thrusts of his manhood into his partner, he decided that the desk just wasn’t giving him the momentum he sought to make the moment all it should be. That it deserved to be. And damn it she won’t do the bed. Think Seeley, think.

Keeping a firm grip on her ass, he started to lift her off the desk while completely submerged within her.

“Don’t - stop. What the-“ her voice faded out as she instinctively clenched her leg muscles around his hips to keep him from slipping out.

“We are going to dance, Seeley and Temperance style,” he whispered into her ear as his arms steadied their grip on her ass.

Brennan started pulling away ever so slightly and then pushed back down on him. The angle of penetration caused her to gasp.

“Fuck yeah, more,” she called out.

Brennan started to move up and down his shaft, careful to keep the head of him inside her, creating exceptionally strong sensations for both of them.

Using the sheer strength of his arms, he helped propel her up and down and once their rhythm settled his balls tightened, searching for release. When Tempe saw his eyes close and mouth open slightly she clenched her inner muscles around him drawing him to the edge and then over. Holding her even tighter, he felt the surge of passion, their passion, flow through him, and into her.

He was not going back to the desk; he needed to rest for a few moments before showing Brennan how to resolve her sexual tension. He lowered her to the floor, turned and flopped down on the bed. Brennan was left standing, naked and alone in the middle of the hotel room.

“Booth, I said-“

“I know what you said Bones, and I don’t have a problem with it. If you want more of that, then you will have to find a way to come and get it. I ain’t leaving this bed. He rolled to his back and placed his arms under his head.

“Why aren’t there any pillows on the bed?” Brennan asked, stricken with curiosity.

“Some people like to use them during sex,” Booth replied.

Brennan crossed her hands over her chest feeling a draft coming from the window, despite it being closed.

“Nice and comfy over here and I am certain I can find a way to warm you up,” Booth said as he waggled his eyebrows.

Ignoring his plight to entice her to the bed, she inquired about the pillows during sex.

“You mean it was a hygienic issue?”

“No a life and death issue.” Booth sat up, pushed the blanket and top sheet down and scooted under them. “Some people find it kinky to hold a pillow over their partner’s face just before they, you know, reach the height of their arousal.”

“Booth you can say orgasm.”

I love when she gets all technical.

“Well then Dr. Brennan, if you would like me to help give you an orgasm, then I suggest you bring your shivering, sexy body over here.”

“Why Agent Booth I am most certain I informed you of my feelings towards that bed. I might guess, that you were not listening.” She noticed his jacket was still on the desk top and eyed it for a moment before returning her eyes back to her naked partner. He wasn’t giving up his comfortable position on the bed and she wasn’t giving up her adamant position on not going anywhere near that bed.

She took a few steps backward, her arms now by her side. With her chest pushed outward, she placed her arms behind her and wiggled her bottom onto his jacket.

Booth was now intrigued with Brennan and her movements. What the hell is she up to?

It was at this moment in time that Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan realized they had met their match. Neither of them willingly backed down from a challenge. And despite their surging desires to explore each other and possibly something more than just work partners, they both remained at opposite ends of the motel room.

Brennan thought for a moment on how to get him to join her. She could play with her breasts, suck her fingers, finger herself. No, too cliché. Trying to get into a man’s mind, she wondered what would make him literally jump off the bed and into her arms. Of course. She slid of the desk, careful to keep his jacket as smooth as possible and turned around so her back was to him. Propping her arms on the desk, she withered her ass outwards, exposing herself to him.

Nothing. Not a stir.

She shook her ass slightly and reached down between her legs with her right hand. She teased her trimmed curls and lightly caressed her inner thighs.

Keep going Bones, I’m watching.

Damn he’s not budging. Onward I go.

As she began to stroke herself Booth noticed from his position on the bed, that her breasts were slightly swaying as she moved her fingers in and around her folds. When she tipped her hips forward and let out an moan, Booth decided it was time to help her out. But he was damned if he was going to do it her way.

Hmm, they seem to be at an impass...but what a HOT ONE!!! Awesome job!! Can't wait till the next chapter!

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